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thelilylav · 6 months ago

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Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

#ok i'm stopping here bc i'm a little scared that tumblr is gonna crash on me soon #but u guys get the point #if anyone wants an extension of this list w more genres i would be happy to provide btw #this felt so chaotic to make but it was rlly fun to go through my spotify and actually check the artists i listen to #idk sometimes u just have to remind yourself that you do in fact have good music sometimes lol #music #kendrick lamar #tyler the creator #kali uchis #samara joy #music recs #was contractually obligated to make this after seeing how white some ppl's playlists r apparently #and like guys... you've got no excuse if my white ass can find time to appreciate music #plus these artists r all amazing on their own anyway so check them out regardless #also i'm so sorry to my moots for not shutting up abt music lately #apparently i had a lot of feelings abt it that i have not been getting of my chest so #i'll be back to posting the norm soon (although what even is the norm for me lol)

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liliths-missing-pen · 1 year ago

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How They Are When They're In Love: Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Jack Howl, Malleus Draconia

Character Pairings: Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Jack Howl, Malleus Draconia x Reader (Separate)

Written for @oheyfox and @meliacamelia hope y’all enjoy your man’s <3

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Trey Clover

The normal

I have physically never sat down once and written out a list of headcanons so this'll be interesting : )

Trey would be aware of once these feelings hit him immediately, however, he doesn't want to scare you off. He would prefer to keep these ideas to himself before he does anything rash

Riddle would notice a difference in his friend but wouldn't make a comment again when he did ask Trey replied with a "Nothing is wrong."

Cater on the other hand would be more persistent in getting him to spill the tea to know what's going on in the vice-housewarden's mind. As a result, Trey doesn't budge with Cater's asking. He only opens up to Cater about it after figuring out what he wants to do with it.

What is it you may ask? He wants to keep it on the down low. Both of you are still in high school. He doesn't see why he should tell you, he finds it unnecessary so he tucks it into his head for no one else to see/hear...

That's until Cater kept asking him about it and in an effort for this endless questionnaire to end he discussed with him that he wasn't interested in having a high school romance.

This, thankfully quieted him down, but he did give the odd comment one of these being "what do you have to lose?" He was aware of how common this phase was. The frequent use burns away the meaning of it. He knew what he had to lose with you... Yet it didn't stop him from at least thinking.

When Trey is in love with you that scenario could happen. Either way, he wouldn't treat you any differently than his dorm mates... At least to the eye. He'd had things going on in the backgrounds, the little things to show his love to you. Even if he knew it would never be seen or even returned..

You could hear the clicks of shoes in the empty hallways. You weren't sure who it could be this late at night on campus but you didn't have much time to think when you turned the corner and there he was. "Hi Y/n," Trey greeted you. He held a plate with tin foil covering what was inside. "I was looking for you... I know you tend to give your food away to Grim or he steals it from you and I just so happen to just finish your favourite pastry. Have it. I know you deserve it."

Cater Diamond

The schoolgirl who will reject the idea

I had this overflow of emotions to write him whilst listening to BABYMETAL so... Yeah, ngl kind of a fitting genre for him

This guy has his emotions tucked away so far away in the back of his head that even if he's spacing out during class and thinking of you at the most random times he will still reject the idea of having a crush on you and slowly falling in love.

He's a guy that does not put his emotions fully on display and it's quite hard to get a read on him if you express the same interest in him and are trying to figure him out.

He's denying everything so hard, yet everyone who comes into contact with Cater knows something is going down that isn't coming to light. The only one who knows what's going down is probably Trey or some best friend he has that isn't mentioned.

It won't even be because he told them. The only reason they would know is because they see how they look at you.

Mentioning you, he's avoiding you like the plague. Anytime he sees you walking around a corner he's going the direct opposite direction even if it means he would take longer getting to class or being late.

He knows he's hurting you but he genuinely is unsure of what to do. This guy will need someone to sit him down, probably Trey or even Deuce or Ace to get him straightened out and to help him to face what he fears. You and rejection.

They will need to hype him up a lot for this one...

"Sorry about not talking with ya for a while..." You stared up at the obviously nervous Cater. He wasn't typically like this. Something was most definitely up. "There's something I want to discuss... I'll keep it to minimal cringe 'kay?" He asks shining a bright smile but you and him know there's something underneath with all the clues being brought together. There was no way you were going to let this boy go, even if he wanted to run away like a school girl.

Jack Howl

The silly <3

He genuinely does not recognize that he’s fallen in love with you for a long time.

He’s heard of the idea so many times over by strangers in the wild, his peers, and even his parents how love was such a wonderful thing.

In the ghost marriage however, it's shown that this little beastman expresses want for love like his parents and as well his grandparents and how once they've fallen in love they're in it for the long haul

Even though he may be so sure that you're the one he may not recognize it while everyone else in his life may have already figured it out

I could make out the first years, particularly Ace making fun of him for his little crush on you.

Even Ruggie would get on the trend, picking at poor Jack. He would also use this as an opportunity to hang this over his head to get him to do stuff for him, yet Jack still would admit nor realize it.

Even with all of that Jack still wouldn’t recognize how he was in love with you, the slight wag and how his ears perk up your voice the immediate moment he could be heard

He would learn it on his own time, the teasing from his peers may only have only helped this process in its own time, not being the realization.

Maybe on one of his morning runs he would realize as he is running through campus he would any other day he takes a stop to admire some flowers or item that he’s reminded is one of your favourites. That is when it hits him…

He’s in love. He's in love and he doesn't know what to do

He most definitely asked his dad for advice and how he won over his mother and tried to figure out how to use those things he told him to win you over not even realizing that you were just as head over heels for him

As said, once they have a partner they are stuck with them for life

He would be a true gentleman, pulling together a bouquet trying to impress you, making sure what he brought you has the correct meaning he wanted to give you.

"Hey... Uhm, Y/n do you have a moment?" Jack towered over you while holding something behind his back. "I... Was wondering if you wanted to go to a restaurant and..." His face flushed he pulls out what was behind his back... A bouquet of baby's breath and violets. "It'll be a date?"

(Baby's breath - Everlasting love

Violets - Loyalty)

Malleus Draconia

Good old fashioned lover boy : D

Malleus has been locked away most of his life. He might've been free to have whatever he wanted in materials, but his experiences were locked away. Lilia mentioned how he travelled but Malleus never came along with him. Being the Prince of Briar Valley he wasn't allowed to have typical experiences. Once he'd gotten the taste of normal, he didn't want to go back.

How did he gain it? His relationship with you of course. From day one you didn't treat him differently. You treated him normally. He felt ruined when he messed up that he signed the letter he had given you "M.D." sure enough that you would clue in by then. Yet he felt relieved. He wasn't so sure if what he felt was endearment to you or worry from how clueless you seemed to be. He truly soured and believed that your friendship and what he enjoyed from you was gone once he showed up at the VDC

Yet.. You treating him like a normal human fae still happened? He never had a traditional friendship like others his age. So the fact that he started to gain feelings for you was much so unexpected, nor was it detected straight away.

Lilia never thought that he would have to go through this, explaining what love meant. He'd never say it to his face but he wouldn't have been surprised if his grandmother ever decided to put him into a arranged marriage because how much Lilia and her screwed up not letting him interact with kids his age that weren't assigned to be with him at all times.

So once Malleus started speaking of this Ramshackle prefect so dearly he had a cue that he would have to dust off the birds and bees story- In all serious though he decided that he had to have the talk asking how dearly he held this prefect of his. Malleus didn't know any better.

Once Lilia explained to him what was going... Dragon courting began. You were begining to collect many fancy jewelery that you weren't even sure what to do with. Malleus did have a hoard he could pick from and he surely did not cheap out when gifting. You were starting to get nervous from the way that Sebek would glare at you when passing in the halls. At one point Malleus gifted you a solid gold bar where you had to tell him he didn't have to gift you all these expensive things. Explaining him that it didn't matter he was a prince and could afford to give you all this you didn't want people thinking that you were using him. *cough cough* SEBEK

Yet through all of that you treated him as if he was a normal person. It made him so attracted to you. Yearning for you even. He wasn't sure if you were getting a message through with his courting though. However, he found it amusing so he decided letting this go another year or two couldn't hurt. After all you were his only friend. He wasn't going to let you go that easily and let something such as romance break it off so quickly. Even he couldn't take that hurt.

You stood outside of Ramshackle scrolling through your phone. You looked up as you noticed a shadow loomed over you. "Tsunataro!" Your immediate response hugging him. Malleus chuckled, "Hello prefect," he greeted. "I'm so happy you're here. I found a new gargole near here I have to show you it!" You exclaimed. "First, I have something for you," he reached into his pocket as he took out a small ring. "A promise ring. Lilia told me that it was very popular nowadays." You gawk at him as you slowly and careful take the ring from his hand and put it on your index finger. "It's beautiful, but Tsunataro... Nevermind, I like it a lot thank you." A smile graced Malleus "Of course my Treasure." You swore it was some sort of fluke that you weren't dating at the moment.

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year ago

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Monochrome

Summary: You find your soulmate in a certain sharpshooter. The Empire isn't thrilled.

Inspired by the song Monochrome by Babymetal.

Pairing: Imperial!Crosshair x medic!reader

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, fingering, a bit of possessive behavior, violence, blood, just a hair of gore, brief mentions of medical procedures, needles, they're just a little toxic, insecurity, grief, angst with fluff at the end.

A/N: I didn't like the cut version so I decided to redo it with the full version. It's a bit emotional but it does have a happy ending. It's not short like it's supposed to be but maybe I should just give up writing short things. Every idea I have wants to be a multi-part fic lol.

MASTERLIST

He strikes when you least expect it.

You’ve just left the fresher, towel wrapped around your body. Your clean clothes are steps away when he materializes out of thin air. How much had he seen? How long has he been here?

He corners you like a scared animal, your back pressing against the wall. One of your hands desperately clutches at the towel wrapped around you. The last thing you need is it dropping right now. He towers over you, his gaze nothing more than his usual squint, toothpick in its usual place between his lips. His hand raises slowly, coming to rest on your jaw. His thumb presses against your lower lip, the rough material of his glove tugging at it.

It’s bold. So very unlike him.

He regarded most nat-borns with little more than seething glances, if he acknowledged them at all. You had seen more than that, though, from him. You’d been the one to care for him after they pulled him off that platform on Kamino.

Thirty-two rotations there alone.

He’d come to you almost dead, weak and malnourished. You’d nursed him back to health, while all he’d cared about was getting back to fighting. Of course, you’d expect nothing less from him. It’s what he was made for.

After that, you had been assigned to his squad, accompanying them on certain missions. He rarely acknowledged your presence, but often you found him staring from afar. When you’d catch him, he’d only narrow his eyes at you before looking away.

You’ve never been brave enough to confront him yourself.

“C-Can I help you, sir?” You ask, your voice wavering slightly. His presence does something to you, makes your body buzz with energy you can’t even begin to explain.

His gaze is hard as he stares down at you, assessing and analyzing like he would a target in the field. You try not to tremble under the intensity of it.

“I-I’m almost done...if you need the fresher...” Your voice trails off as his hand slides down your neck, closing around your throat.

He doesn’t squeeze, but he holds enough pressure to keep you still. Your pulse flutters under his fingers, breath hitching as he leans in closer. “You’re afraid.”

You stare up into his dark gaze, swallowing against his hand. You nod, not trusting your voice.

“Why?” He asks, the word coming out more curious than condemning.

“You scare me.” You whisper. It’s not untrue. It’s not just the danger that he poses that scares you about him.

He continues to stare down at you with that unreadable expression on his face. His eyes pierce right into you, like he can see into your very soul. He lifts his free hand slowly, bringing it to his mouth. He tugs his glove off with his teeth, his hand lowering towards you.

Your heart rate picks up even more, and you want to duck away from his touch. You can’t move though, frozen watching in slow motion as his hand comes to rest against the skin of your throat, those large hands cupping each side of your neck.

An electric jolt burns through you as his skin makes contact with yours. The world erupts in color around you, no longer just in shades of black and white. You stare up at his eyes, the most gorgeous shade of brown you’ve ever seen.

You inhale sharply, staring up into those brown eyes in shock.

He’s your soulmate.

Most beings in the galaxy have a soulmate. You’re usually born with your link, or it shows up shortly after. With such a diaspora of species, fate doesn’t usually pair someone with a mate they’d never meet, or would vastly outlive. You had been born with your link, unable to see any color.

You had spent so much time wondering when you’d meet your soulmate and what they’d be like. You spent years planning a trip around the galaxy in hopes you might run into them. Fate doesn’t pair people together who will never meet. You’d run into them eventually.

Then the war started.

After your home planet had been ravished by the war, you’d decided to join as a medic, using your skills to help aid the millions who risked their lives daily to protect the Republic.

It had been in passing the first time you’d met the clone named Crosshair. You only knew his name because you had overheard part of their conversation. Clone Force 99 had stopped at the same base as your battalion to resupply. You had passed them on your way to help gather supplies for the med bay.

Your eyes had met for half a second, but it had been enough. Perhaps you had known back then, but your mind had been so focused on the war, you hadn’t thought twice about it.

Perhaps that had been why you had decided to stay on with the Empire after the war ended. Many hadn’t, choosing to leave instead. You’re not sure what happened to them. You’re not sure you want to know.

It had simply been fate that you had been chosen to care for him after his rescue.

You adjust your grip on your towel, holding onto it for dear life. You don’t know what he’s going to do. You couldn’t possibly guess his next move.

“You’ve never said anything.” He finally says, thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

“I-I didn’t know.” You admit. “Not for sure. A-And if they ever found out...” You swallow thickly, staring up into those intense, dark eyes. “Could you...reject me?”

His gaze narrows, and for a horrible moment you think he’s going to. Instead he releases you, turning on his heel as he makes his way from the fresher, leaving you alone. Your knees nearly give out. You take a long breath to steady yourself. He hadn’t answered.

Would he, if they gave him the ultimatum?

***

You get your answer a few weeks later.

The squad had been called to some godforsaken planet where the Empire was setting up another base. Why you had been called there was beyond your understanding. Nevertheless, you went along as you were expected to.

It all becomes clear when you’re cornered on the landing pad. Your squad, and the surrounding troopers turn their blasters on you and Crosshair. You look up at him in fear, and slight anger, but the look on his face tells you he was not expecting this either. He hadn’t been the one to reveal your secret. So who had? Who knew about you two? You hadn’t told anyone.

Vice Admiral Rampart joins you, looking far too proud of himself. He steps up to you, looking down at you like you’re the absolute scum of the galaxy. “It appears we have a bit of a situation. It has been brought to my attention that you and CT-9904 share a soulmate bond. As you are likely aware, soulmate bonds cause some...unnecessary complications.”

“You don’t have any proof.” You say, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I don’t need any.” He smirks at you, turning to face Crosshair. “CT-9904, you will reject your soulmate.”

Your blood turns to ice, your stomach dropping through the landing platform into the very core of the planet. Would he do it? It has to be his decision.

“It doesn’t work that way.” You blurt out, trying to delay Crosshair’s answer. “You can’t force him. It has to be a willing decision.”

Rampart keeps his back to you, facing Crosshair. Crosshair’s gaze is on the tarmac, refusing to look anywhere else. You quietly plead for him to look at you, to meet your gaze. Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears, you think the troopers flanking you might be able to hear it as well.

“Shame.” Rampart says, drawing a blaster. “You were a good medic.”

You don’t feel the pain. You’re in far too much shock to feel anything more than the force of the bolt hitting your chest. It’s a sloppy shot, but it’s more than effective as you stumble back, feet leaving the ground as your body falls over the edge of the platform to the ground below.

***

He sees red.

He watches the blaster rise, the shot fired. It misses the center of the target, but it’s enough to send her backwards off the landing platform. His stomach falls with her, anger burning through him.

How had Rampart found out? He hadn’t said anything, and he knew she wouldn’t have either. Someone had found out. Someone was going to pay.

He’s moving before he realizes it. It’s a suicidal move, but there’s not much left for him to live for now. His very soul had just fallen fifteen feet off the edge of the landing platform.

There’s no way she survived that.

He’s survived worse odds, but he hadn’t been alone. He’s alone now. One blaster against ten, well trained ones.

He doesn’t care.

He fires anyway.

As he stands amongst the wreckage, he can’t ignore the pain in his chest. He hadn’t been hit. The pain is from the knowledge his soulmate is fifteen feet below, likely dead.

They say losing a soulmate is the worst pain you can feel. Once the link is initiated, once contact has been made, death is the only thing that can separate soulmates, aside from rejection. Both are horrifically painful, but death is the worst. Most don’t live long after their soulmate dies. The pain, the grief of losing the other half of your soul is too much.

Crosshair approaches the limp figure slowly. She’s still, far too still on the platform. He stares down at her pallored face, far too peaceful for the violence she had just been a victim of. Blood pools around her head like some twisted halo.

He drops to his knees beside her. His hands are shaking, fingers trembling as he presses them against her neck. There’s a pulse there, fluttering against his fingers.

She’s not dead.

Maybe he can still get them out of this. He’s going to try.

Even if it kills them.

He lays her limp body gently on the floor of the ship, taking off from the base. He pushes the ship as fast as he can out of the planet’s atmosphere and into hyperspace. He moves without thinking, running purely off instinct as he sends out the distress signal, jumping into action as soon as the light begins flashing.

He digs through the ship, looking for the medkit. It’s not a full one, meant for minor injuries.

Not major ones like hers.

He sinks to his knees beside her once again, cradling her body in his arms. He presses the bacta patch to the back of her head, holding onto her tightly.

“Cross...” Her voice is weak, barely audible.

He stares down at her, watching her eyes blink open. They’re distant, not really staring at him. A limp hand fumbles at a pouch on her belt, his free hand opening it. Inside is a stim shot pack. He pulls a shot out, injecting it into her neck. Her body relaxes, eyes fluttering before they close again.

He cradles her, listening to the breaths rattling in her lungs as he holds the bacta patch to the back of her head. She needs a bacta tank not a bacta patch, but it’s all they have.

The ship shakes as it exits hyperspace. It’s flying blindly now but he doesn’t care. He can’t move.

Blood coats his gloves, soaks into his blacks. He closes his eyes, ignoring the beeping of the ship as the proximity alarm goes off. He doesn’t care who it is. Pirates, the Empire, something worse.

The ship rocks as something else docks onto it, the hatch opening. Something drops into the ship. He looks up, eyes narrowing.

“Crosshair?”

He looks back down, moving in slow motion as he stares at the pallored face. His eyes squeeze closed. He can’t think. Not right now. His head hurts.

Not as much as hers will when she wakes.

Moving her pains him. They’re gentle, careful. He stays close, too scared to let her go. If she leaves his sight, she might disappear.

He’s not entirely sure this is even real.

The ship feels small, too small. It had always been too small, but now it’s almost suffocating. She’s strapped to the table, looking even more sickly under the light. The blood is drying under his gloves, making his skin itch.

She’s dying. He knows it, they all do. The bacta shot can only work so fast, and the many red spots on the datapad prove it’s not enough.

“Crosshair.”

He squeezes his eyes closed. The name is said with a warning. His name.

He’s on his knees, hands gripping his head. Tears blur his vision. There’s so much he wants to say. There’s so much that needs to be said.

A hand on his shoulder. It’s too small, too light. He turns his head, blinking through the tears. It’s the kid. There’s such a soft look on her face.

“It’s okay.” The kid says quietly.

It’s not. He knows it’s not.

She’s dying.

“We know someone who can help.” The kid says, far too hopeful for this situation.

No one’s going to help them.

He doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything.

The kid takes slow steps back, his name repeated in that same warning tone.

His hand is on his blaster. When had he reached for it? His head throbs, the raspy breathing beside him like a knife to the chest. He covers his face with his hand, dropping his head until it presses against the edge of the table. He drops the blaster, letting it clang onto the floor.

He doesn’t move. Not until the ship shudders as it exits hyperspace. He listens to the painful, rattling breaths, counting each one. This can’t be the end. He won’t believe it.

He doesn’t move until they’ve boarded the ship. He’s there, hovering as they move her onto the stretcher. He follows until Hunter puts a hand on his chest. His eyes continue to follow, blinking against the bright sunlight, until she disappears into the building.

“I know this is a risk.” Hunter is saying.

“That’s what we’re here for.”

Crosshair knows that voice. He’d recognize a reg anywhere, but he knows this one.

Rex.

He was supposed to be dead.

Then again, many of them were supposed to be.

***

The guilt hits him harder now. The bandage on the side of his head itches. He ignores it, staring at the figure floating in the tank. She looks peaceful, suspended in the blue liquid, sedated so she wouldn’t wake panicking as the bacta began to work its way through her system.

Painful feelings crawl their way up his chest, threatening to choke him. He stares hard at the tank, trying to push them down. He can’t lose himself. Not right now. Not until he knows she’s okay.

The door hisses open. He doesn't bother looking. He knows that walk from the periphery. He doesn’t need to see him to know.

“You used the code.” Hunter says, coming to stand beside him.

“I can’t trust the Empire anymore.” He says, gaze still on the tank. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You’re lucky you even found us.” Hunter falls silent for a moment. “What would you have done if you hadn’t?”

Crosshair stays quiet, unsure of what to say. What would he have done? Would he have looked elsewhere for help? Would he have resigned to his fate and died with her on that ship?

“Who is she?” Hunter asks, looking at the tank as well.

Crosshair’s gaze narrows, but his voice is thick with emotion as he answers. “She’s everything to me.”

***

You’re sticky when you wake, the familiar gummy feel of bacta on your skin, and in your hair. Many times you’ve felt the same on others after a long soak in a bacta tank.

Now it’s your turn.

You feel groggy, eyes slowly peeling open. Sedatives, most likely, so you didn’t wake panicking in the bacta tank.

You’re lucky you’re waking at all.

You remember the blaster shot. It was a sloppy one, hitting you to the side of your chest. If it had been to the left, or even centered, things would have been worse. It had sent you backwards off the landing platform. You had fallen unconscious before you hit the ground below, which is likely what saved your life. Fifteen feet, or so you had to guess.

You remember waking momentarily on the ship. Crosshair was with you. He had been looking down at you, nothing but pain and guilt on his face. That had been the last thing you’d seen before waking now.

The world around you is blurry, but you can’t mistake the sterile white of a med bay. You can’t feel much of anything aside from a slight ache in the back of your head. You lift a hand to your face, rubbing your eyes.

You hear someone approach, a figure stopping next to the bed.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” They say.

You recognize that voice. You pull your hand away from your eyes, blinking up at a face you’ve seen probably half a million times. You sit up in bed with a gasp, beginning to panic. Had the Empire realized you’re alive and taken you somewhere? What about Crosshair? Had they decommissioned him already?

“Easy.” A hand falls on your shoulder. It’s gentle, trying to get you to lay back down. “You’re safe here.”

You let the clone medic ease you back down into the bed. “Where?” You ask, your voice rough from your dry throat.

“I can’t say exactly, but you’re not with the Empire. This is a safe place for clone deserters set up by Captain Rex.” He runs a quick scan of your body. “You’re perfectly safe here.”

You lean up on your elbow, motioning towards the monitor. “Let me see. I’m a medic.”

He turns the monitor towards you, showing you a side by side of what was most likely a scan when you arrived, and then one now. You wince as you look at the scan before your soak in the bacta tank.

“You were in bad shape.” He says. “Few more minutes and you might not have made it.”

“I’m shocked I made it at all.” You say. By all rights, you shouldn’t have. You weren’t supposed to.

“You had some intervention on the way here.” The medic says. “Without it, I don’t think you would have.”

You glance around the med bay, but it’s just you and the medic. Did Crosshair bring you here? How had he known about this place? Did he leave you here?

You’re beginning to feel a tug in your chest, a yearning to see him again. Had he initiated the bond? If he had intervened to try and save your life, he must have done it out of necessity. If you’re beginning to feel it, he must really be feeling it.

After some negotiation with the clone medic, Nitro you learned his name is, he clears you to at least take a shower. You know from the scans you’re more than fine to be up and moving around. All you have is some residual pain from your injuries which would be gone in a few hours.

You follow his directions towards the freshers, but you don’t really need them. You follow the tugging in your chest, listening as it gets stronger and stronger. You pause outside one of the fresher doors, glancing both ways down the hall before stepping in. The door isn’t locked, almost like it’s an invitation.

There’s steam hazing the room, but you can still see him. He’s in the shower, hands pressed against the wall in front of him. The spray hits the top of his head, water cascading down his body.

Your hands shake as you begin to pull off your clothes. You’re taking a risk. He’d stop you, though, if he wanted to. He knows you’re there, even if he hasn’t looked at you. He’s too good of a soldier not to.

You step into the shower behind him, slowly wrapping your arms around his slim waist. You can feel the lean muscle, every ridge of it as you press your face against his back. Warmth floods through you as you make contact with him, easing the tugging in your chest. He lets out a long breath, probably feeling the same.

“You didn’t reject me.” You say, flattening your hands against his stomach.

“They tried to kill you.” He says, voice devoid of any emotions.

“They almost did.” You say, pressing yourself closer to him. “You defected for me.”

One of his hands drops to gently rest against yours on his stomach. “I did a lot more than that.”

You can tell by the tenseness of his shoulders, it’s not going to be a pleasant retelling later. You press a gentle kiss to the tan skin, closing your eyes as the water sprays over you both.

He spins around, startling you at the sudden movement. Your back presses against the wall of the shower as you look up at him, his body blocking the spray as he looms over you. His hand comes to rest against your jaw, a mirror of when you’d discovered your soulmate link. You lift a hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck.

You both move seamlessly, meeting each other in the middle as your lips press together. Warmth blooms beneath your skin, your nerves buzzing with electricity and energy. He presses closer, every inch of your bodies touching. You want to pull him closer, you want to draw him into your very soul.

He lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around him as he uses the wall to hold you in place. His lips leave yours, his face pressing into your neck. You wrap yourself tighter around him, holding onto him like he might disappear if you let go.

You know he won’t.

Neither of you are going anywhere.

His teeth scrape your throat, drawing a quiet whimper from your lips. His teeth and tongue draw a trail across your neck and shoulders, leaving small bite marks across your skin. It feels possessive. It is possessive. He’s marking you as his, even though he already has your very soul.

You can feel him pressed hard against your thigh, wetness starting to slick between your legs. You’ve never been this close to anyone before. Some don’t care and choose not to wait for their soulmate. You hadn’t had many opportunities, and then with the war you’d been so busy, there had been no time. You don’t know if he has before, but you don’t really care.

He grinds his hips against you, slipping a hand between your legs. You moan quietly at the feeling of his fingers on you, body already alive and buzzing at the close contact with him. You want to lose yourself in him and his touch.

“Kriff, mesh’la.” He breathes, sinking a finger into you.

You’re not unfamiliar with the Mando’a term. You’d heard the clones throw phrases around, and you’d been called that a few times by clones in sedative induced hazes.

Hearing it from Crosshair, though, is something different.

It’s not delirium, or even affectionate joking.

It feels so real coming from him.

Your head falls back against the shower wall as he slips a second finger into you. You moan his name, earning a sharp nip to your collarbone. He works his fingers in and out of you, holding you up easily. You can feel the muscles working, shifting under his skin.

“Crosshair, I need you.” You whimper, feeling a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach.

“You need to be more clear.” He smirks against your neck.

“Kriff, I need you inside me!” You cry out, tightening around his fingers.

He groans, pulling them free of your heat. You whimper at the loss, but you’re silenced as his thick head drags along your slit. He’s big. There’s no way he’s going to fit.

“Relax.” He breathes into your ear, wrapping his arms around you as he presses slowly into you.

You whine at the stretch, his hips moving in slow thrusts as he works his way in. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he settles inside you, trying to ease your quiet whimpers as you adjust to him.

It burns, but it feels good.

You feel alive, your entire body buzzing from the connection with him. You can’t get closer, pressed up against him in the fresher. You can’t even begin to express how to feel, all the emotions swirling inside of you as you cling to him.

A matter of months ago you hadn’t even met him.

A matter of weeks ago you hadn’t known he was your soulmate.

A matter of days ago you had both been employed by the Empire, ignoring your soulmate link to save your lives. .

A matter of hours ago you had been near death and he had defected to try and save you.

Now here you are, solidifying your soulmate link in the fresher of a base created to support defecting clones.

He begins moving, thrusting his hips slowly. You can feel every ridge of him, every inch as he slides in and out of you. You’re hyper aware of him, of his very presence. It’s almost too much, threatening to overwhelm you. The only thing keeping you sane is the feel of him against you, grounding you.

He’s driving you insane and keeping you sane at the same time.

It’s euphoric.

Your moans echo through the fresher, likely audible from the hallway but you don’t care. You’re too lost in the pleasure, too lost in him to care. He’s groaning quietly against your neck, his thrusts getting sloppy. The coil is back in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter. You feel like you might burst, like your entire body is going to implode.

You cum with a cry of his name, soaking his cock as he slams into you, reaching his end as well. You cling to each other, the shower still spraying against his back. Neither of you care, though, too lost in each other.

“I would have died for you.” He says, leaning his head against yours. “I would have fought the entire Empire.” His hands squeeze into your flesh, almost painfully, like he’s trying to prove that you’re really here. “You’re everything to me.”

Tears burn your eyes, your fingers digging into his back to hold onto him. “Just don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

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